love the moment

401(k) A seaside retirement Long-term plans for Sometime dreams FutureThink Shades of Aldous Huxley All this creates an Intense yearning for a Supposed irresponsibility An algebraic theorem forms Tentatively If I am OK today Then Why must I fear a Tomorrow faraway That may never Come dg 3/31/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

My son made amazing things Roses, diamonds, flying cranes From almost any paper Even discarded wrappings from Christmas gifts his mother gave Out of obligation No matter how she shopped She never found love the right size to fit His lanky framed soul God how I loved those Intricately folded creations It gave me faith in An ordered world I did not know but Dreamed of In my waste basket there are hastily created Worlds of crumpled mistakes And although each is unique Some might say even pretty They still insult the origami destinies I once dreamed of But have long since forgotten dg 3/25/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

Tired almost Sad faces Carried usually by two feet That stand for the embodiment of weariness Before crossing the threshold into The sanctuary whose headquarters is Seattle We all have our reasons for penitence Whether agnostic or atheist Here, we are all believers We silently pray that caffeine and calories Will somehow save us That one cup Made to our express instruction Can redeem a day which seems to be In mortal danger To save a life Possibly precious Maybe even Our own dg 3/24/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

All of us submit Verses for consideration A meandering ballad or Occasionally a bawdy bar sing-along Somedays the song is muted to only a Whispering afterthought Other days we might mistakenly mumble or hum The almost forgotten refrain Why must we persist in these maybe Misplaced attempts at melody I wish I could tell you I know only that we must Sing - or else The world mourns the loss Of the singular voice Whose tone has been crafted By every broken-heart day and Every passion-kissed night dg 3/24/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

The so-called Mentally ill They sometimes say Stop Their meds Because they miss the Voices It is much too quiet to be Alone, here Me - no way But now that I think about it As a younger man So many dreams Like voices that often cluttered I do miss them Old friends I fondly knew Who died Much too soon dg 3/22/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

The girl in the gym she Was maybe 17 I don't know anymore since I don't live there now Did you know the Inuits have 100's of Words for snow You know these things When it's important Anyway she was too tanned for March her Earbuds were probably streaming words of Encouragement You're OK You are pretty enough All we need is one Soul to believe to See the thing we are Dying to show We know When you do We will live That's what the songs In the earbuds say Because she always picks that song The one no one else sings to her No one dg 3/22/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

Stand up Push back Hold your ground I hear that a lot these days In the face of gale-force winds With tremors that register on the Richter Scale I sometimes wonder When Is it best to hold on When Is it best to let go When at the beach It would be foolish To resist the six-footer One tailor-made and perfect To climb and ride All the way to shore dg 3/21/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

Even though Japan is burning Even though rebels are dying in Africa Even though robber barons steal and scheme And injustice flows like waters through a broken levy Even though it all is true It has always been so As those we love are dying Others we cannot see are born to take their place Others we do not yet know are bringing gifts But as they have yet to arrive We do not believe Blood flows, but so does water Angry words are screamed But tender words are whispered So even though one is heard before the other Even though I may never hear the soft words of angels That urge me onward The gods They know They will not forget That I am made of flesh And my days are built of dust and wind Now that I remember I will not relent Until I arrive on that distant shore That honored place My soul calls Home dg 3/16/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

Broken dishes Scratches on furniture Mistakes on the carpet We've all got 'em Mixed liberally with sunrise as red as paint in a blender Sometimes In a blur I remember How the world flies by outside Of that '65 Ford Falcon No air except open windows No comfort at all from Plastic seat covers The texture of it left an indelible mark Now Almost 40 years later Driving or riding - it doesn't matter Most days I still do not know Where we are going or how long How long till we arrive home dg 3/13/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

The chatter is Not unlike starlings in winter A cacophony of voices needing to be heard Whether inside or out It is difficult to concentrate on importance Every person has their own order The transaction is efficient The exchange is made It goes unsaid Each of us is praying That coffee can Mend a day That all our challenges Can be so easily dispatched dg 3/4/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/

It seems that - during random channel surfing - I have often come upon the 3rd X Men movie and a particular scene that sticks in my mind.  The scene is towards the end of the movie, and the Hugh Jackman character - Wolverine (good guy)- is confronting Magneto (villain)- the Ian McKellen one. Magneto says to Wolverine "You never learn, do you?".  To which Wolverine responds "Actually, I do..." So, as a fifty-something man, I've often written here about some of the recurring lessons I try to learn.  Especially, through recent events, I have had some days that reminded me of a favorite bumper sticker I've often seen - Oh no, another learning opportunity . Be that as it may, here are some things I've recently learned (re-learned) that I'll pass along.   Most important - feelings are not facts.  Even though you feel like tomorrow will not come, it always does.    Even though you feel alone, you are not.  There are always those around you w...